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This desperate desire
for something more
than what is
for something more then what was
taking your hand
and grasping that chunk of hair
that you cut
thinking of all the days it knew
you rub your head
so short now
your head so light
should be easier to think
but then the headache sets in
and you lose your concentration
you lose the silence you
tried to commit to memory
and the voices close in
and the memories rise
to swallow you
in a volcano of emotion
leaving behind nothing
but ash
nothing but a hollow hole
where you once stood
Vesuvius all over again
volcanic eruptions swallow you
in their hot molten lava flow
and you are burnt
nothing but ashes
nothing but ashes and hair

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The poems in this blog are mostly fiction. Many are based on true events, but are way over exaggerated. I wrote these poems to express my pain real or imagined. I may have been depressed when i wrote a lot of them, but i have since gone to therapy and gotten the help i needed. I urge you if you feel depressed to seek help. There is hope, there is a light at the end of that dark tunnel.